this morning #199.

this morning, as the steam slowly rose, the rose-scented bath water warmed the air around her. soothing cinnamon candles flickered on the tub’s edge. sigur ros slid out from the stereo. she couldn’t recall the last time she’d taken a proper bubble bath like this. that lack of calm was entirely her fault as, constantly blinded by pure pursuit of power, she rarely ever stopped to smell the roses. so far, the pace was not the problem. she lived life in the fast lane & as of today, it had not made her lose her mind. that didn’t mean that she hadn’t reconsidered her life direction though. for now, her direction would be down below the bubbles, where life was slow & steady.